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Two years earlier… I was so pissed off that I hadn’t stopped grumbling since my friend and her hot boyfriend left almost an hour ago. I still hadn’t found the error that the control freak had
mentioned in the physical report to Anabel. Benício has always been a huge unknown for my mood. I admired him for his intelligence, frmness and seriousness, the self-confdence overfowed from the man, who was also sexy and engaging. His physical characteristics were an important factor to be considered, that was a
fact. His beauty was compared to a Greek god, imposing, symmetrical, with all the attributes favorable to the desire of whoever looked at it, at least those that were visible to the eyes. Would it be too much for me to ask
Anabel if she had ever seen her brother naked? He would be. Defnitely. On the other hand, the feelings he aroused in me was irritation. That damn rift between us, the veiled confict, the need to provoke and be provoked. We could never leave any meeting, no matter how informal, without a sarcastic nudge. After I joined
the company I had learned to control myself, but it was still difcult to stay on track. He was the president and I was the intern. He was my best friend’s brother, which made every thought I had about him — involuntary, by
the way — a crime in the “best friends forever” code. I don’t even want to think what Anabel would do if she knew that I dream of licking every inch of Benício’s skin. – It ended? — I jumped in my chair when I looked at
the door. – What a fright! — I said, placing my hand on my chest and looking at the image of Benício lined up and serious, close to the landmark. — She must be too distracted. Perhaps this is the reason for errors in the documents. — That damn sarcastic tone that always irritated me. — I’ve been reviewing this damn report for
an hour and there is no discrepancy. — I got up with the stack of paper in my hands and threw it on the table, exasperated. — If you were more professional, Maria Eugênia, you would have paid attention to the details, but instead you prefer to throw a tantrum over an identifed error. I closed our distance in three steps, I stopped so
close to him that I felt the heat emanate from his body and, unfortunately, that wonderful smell of his very expensive cologne, mixed with his particular essence invaded my sense of smell. It was rubbish to be attracted to the man who had the gift of destroying the line of balance that I tried to cultivate at all costs when
he was around. — I. No.